Tried to strike up a conversation just now with a coworker. She's usually so chummy with everyone else, but with me, before I get two words out, she interrupts and says, "I'm really busy, can we talk about this later."
I was I supposed to know? She was just sitting at her desk, having gotten a coffee. Of course NOW she's busy on the phone, trying to catch up on stuff she should've been doing earlier, because like most people I know she's lazy, barely competent, drinks too much wine and has no ambition in life.
I'm f*****g sick of all these people I try to be social with who reject it. And I"M the one who gets called antisocial (not in the correct psychological term, but in the pejorative, layperson term for one who is not social)!
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I hate people, and I vow to never rely on them, except in how they may enable me to further my own ambitions. Because my whole life they've never seen an interest in me as a friend or a lover, only as a worker, only someone who has something they want, and when they've gotten it they can discard me. Well two can play at this.
I dedicate my life to my work, to my films. I'm gonna be the best damn documentary filmmaker of my generation, and every goddamn person who ever wronged me, dismissed me, treated me with disdain, or didn't care one way or another will see how they misjudged me, and they wlll forever be marked as the fools they are, working their humdrum, worthless, meaningless jobs, while they perpetuate the species by engaging in disgusting and bestial acts of procreation, while I crafts works of art which will live long past them, when all that is left is a decaying tombstone and an obituary in a newspaper archive.
To HELL WITH PEOPLE.